THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL BEST SUITED FOR CONSENTING ADULTS,
SPECIFICALLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL INTERACTION BETWEEN MEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE,
OR FEEL THIS MATERIAL MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR YOU, THEN PLEASE FIND YOUR
ENTERTAINMENT ELSEWHERE.
NetMate (M,M)
a story by Russell S.
russells@flash.net
Dedicated to G., who's love has taken me places I didn't know existed.
NETMATE
As he sat composing an email with his decision, Adam fought off the
sleep that was quickly overtaking him. The activities of the past weekend
and an hour's drive home had left him drained of energy. Adam had returned
from an encounter he would never forget. Now he was slowly typing the
answer Daniel, his lover, was waiting for.
The adventure for Adam had begun about two weeks earlier after he
had posted that story to the newsgroup. You've probably read it. You
know, the one about the accountant and the client staying late to work on a
tax return, they start talking, get interested, then fuck each other right
there in the office. Anyway, Adam had written it as almost a joke to
himself just to see what kind of response he might get. He was always
seeing the invitations of those other writers asking for comments and he
wondered what kind of guys actually wrote back. Of course, in his mind, he
didn't think reading those stories was anything but entertainment and a
good source of jack-off material. Did anyone really take them that
seriously or was everyone like him, a lonely, horny gay man with not many
prospects for a long term relationship? One Saturday with nothing to do,
he wrote out the story, polished it up a little, and posted it. Then he
waited.
On Sunday morning, as was his custom, Adam went right to the
computer for a good stroke session. He always woke up with a hard-on and,
since getting wired to the Net, used the sex story newsgroup for
inspiration. Today was no exception. With his thick cock leading the way,
he walked into the back bedroom he used as a home office, sat down, and
dialed up the ISP. He took a few preliminary pulls on his dick as the home
page loaded on the browser. He was primed for a good quick cum as he
clicked open the newsgroup. Then something caught his eye; he had email
waiting. Adam was used to getting a couple of letters from family during
the week, but they never wrote on the weekends. Suddenly remembering the
story posting, he closed the newsgroup and opened his email window. Still
absentmindedly stroking his cock to keep it hard, he waited for the
download. As one after the other came in, he couldn't believe it. Seven
messages already and it was just the first day. Eagerly, he clicked open
the first one. Somebody named Paul who just said, "Thanks for the story.
It was good." Somewhat disappointed, he went on to the next. It, too, was
very short and not very engaging. Adam began to wonder if that was all
anyone ever wrote. Maybe he had wasted his time, although writing the
story had been fun. The third and fourth messages were of the same type.
He wondered why the senders even bothered. The fifth message was
different. As it opened, Adam noted the scroll bar getting shorter. At
last, he thought, more than one sentence from somebody. Adam began to read
the lengthy letter. As he progressed, his dick hardened fully, standing
straight up from his furry lap. The sender was telling his own story to
Adam. Sucking his first cock and getting fucked during his days in
college, the writer was telling Adam all about his first time. This was
the kind of response Adam had hoped for. Somebody out there had actually
read his writing and connected with it enough to tell all this to Adam,
someone he didn't even know. As he read, Adam began to stroke himself once
more, a little faster and a little harder this time. Precum dripping from
his cock slit greased the way for his hand to slide up and over the tip of
his dick and back down the hot, hard shaft. The letter went on and so did
Adam. Breathing harder and jacking faster, he began the final assault.
Gasping, grunting, moaning, and flailing his arm with each full stroke,
Adam felt his balls tighten and the first twinge of a spectacular orgasm.
He pitched and rocked uncontrollably as the first squirt of cum flew out,
landing on his leg. The next volley splattered his chest and stomach, each
succeeding one a little less volatile than the one before. Cum coated his
hand and cock, running over his balls. One small droplet even glistened on
the monitor. Adam enjoyed the after effect of the best orgasm he had had
in several weeks, if not months. Grabbing a couple of kleenex to sop up
the thinning juice, he cleaned up best he could and then scrolled down the
remaining paragraphs to the end of the letter. Picking up his pen, he
quickly made note of the email address of the guy who had provided such a
fantastic start to his day. As he read the last line of the letter telling
him how much the writer had enjoyed Adam's story, he noted the name with
the same careful attention he had of the email address. Daniel.
Adam scanned the last two emails quickly, noting again the short,
almost uninterested comments from the readers. He appreciated them reading
the story and getting off from it, but why, he thought, couldn't they all
be like Daniel's letter. Within a few minutes he was reading the first
paragraph again, trying to find some more meaning in it, possibly some more
information about this Daniel and why he had taken so much time to write
back. As he read down the page for the second time, Adam felt his cock
begin to thicken once more. As he read the story again, he found himself
jacking off like he'd never touched himself earlier. All the sensations
were there like before, only slightly duller. Still, his hot, hard cock
felt good in his hand and he continued the manipulation with vigor. This
time, he got a few more paragraphs further into the story before
contracting into orgasm and spewing cum onto his stomach and smearing it
over the flared head and thick shaft of his spent cock. It had been a long
time, Adam thought to himself, since a story had read well enough to
provoke a second orgasm. He looked once more at the writer's name. Damn,
he thought, who is this Daniel?
As the weekend came to an end that evening, Adam continued to check
his email hourly as he had all day. In his head he hoped Daniel would
write again, but nothing with that name came across the email headers. A
couple of other guys liked his story, one even going so far as to ask Adam
what he looked like and if he had any pictures to send out. Adam wrote to
both of them in replies thanking them for their comments. Then it came to
him. "You fucking idiot!" he screamed to himself. He had failed to reply
to Daniel's letter that morning. No wonder nothing had come in from the
mystery man. Without a reply, Daniel wouldn't know if Adam had read his
letter or not. Quickly, Adam reopened the email in question,
double-checked the address again, and began a reply. This one had to be
special, he thought. He didn't want to sound desperate, like all he did
was sit around waiting for email, but he wanted Daniel to know that any
further correspondence would be much appreciated. After a few minutes and
some strategic editing, Adam sent the reply and watched as the computer
went through the gyrations of directing his message onto the Net and
towards the intended target. It was late enough now that Adam decided to
not waste all night anticipating another letter from Daniel. Besides,
Daniel might be asleep right now. Adam thought then of all the things he
didn't know about the man he was obsessing over. Where did he live? What
was he like? How old was he? All the standard questions guys seem to want
to know up front so they don't waste their time chasing men they may
ultimately find unattractive or simply not their type. Adam forced himself
to go to bed, still thinking of that wonderful letter.
Monday morning came too fast. Adam had spent the better part of
the night tossing and turning and thinking of Daniel's words. Why was he
so taken with this, he wondered. It's just a letter. But such a hot
letter. More than once he realized his cock had grown hard again, but he
did nothing towards working up another load of jizz. He'd wait to see if
Daniel had written any more. Maybe a lot more, he hoped. Finally, at 6
am, Adam forced his tired body out of bed. This was earlier than he
usually got up on workdays, but he wanted to check his email that morning
just in case. Slipping on his bathrobe to fight off the morning chill,
Adam went to the computer and began to click his way onto the Net. Opening
the browser and watching the email indicator, it seemed to take far longer
than normal to open. Within what was only about 30 seconds, but felt to
Adam like 30 minutes, the email signal came on again. Quickly this time,
he went directly to the email section of the software and watched as
another five messages downloaded from the server. Disappointment set in as
he realized none were from Daniel. He read them anyway, but found nothing
but the same canned responses. "Hot story," "I wanted to do so-and-so,"
"Send stories, pictures, etc. to," and "I liked it when this character
did..." Almost angry that Daniel hadn't written again, Adam checked the
time and knew this added step in his daily routine had more than effected
his sex drive. It had now caused him to be late for work.
The day wore on, hour by hour, as Adam tried to concentrate and be
productive, but he found himself easily distracted thinking of the
possibility of more contact with Daniel. Promptly at five, he left the
office and drove home, anxious to see what the day's email contained.
Removing his tie and jacket as he walked through the house, Adam
went directly to the office and sat down at the computer. Quickly, the Net
was dialed up and the email checked. Two messages were waiting. His mouth
dry from anticipation and his dick already half hard from the thought of
Daniel's second response, he looked at the screen and saw what he had
longed for since yesterday morning. Not just one, but both messages were
from Daniel. Smiling to himself and rubbing his cock through his dress
slacks, Adam began to read the first message. This time it was simply what
would be considered a regular letter. Something he could show his mother.
Daniel explained some more about finding the story Adam had written and how
much he liked it, general information mostly. It was the last paragraph
that caught his attention.
"I'm 25, sandy blonde, short hair, brown eyes, 6'tall, 175#,
slightly hairy chest," wrote Daniel, "and I'm gay."
A dream image took shape in Adam's mind as he took note of each
statistic. That was Adam's type to a tee. His cock was pounding now as he
squeezed the head through the material of his pants. Damn, thought Adam,
all that and his kind of man. How could it get any better? Finished with
the first message, Adam opened the next, wondering as he went what Daniel
had felt the need to send separately. This message was shorter than the
first and right to the point.
"Adam," it began just as the first message, "I forgot to ask you to
tell me more about yourself. I'm very curious about the guy that could
write the story you did. I'm also an accountant, but I've never had an
experience in the office. Actually, I've not had much experience with men
at all, but that's a long story. Tell me all about yourself, please. I'm
really interested to see which of the characters in the story was you.
Thanks, Daniel."
Adam stood up from the computer and walked back towards the master
bedroom and bath. Once there, he stripped off his clothes while he
gathered his thoughts of what he would tell Daniel in the next message.
Naked, he turned and looked at his body in the large mirror mounted over
the sink and countertop. He was rock hard, his shaved balls swollen and
pulled tight against the base of his cock. A large drop of precum
threatened to drip onto the floor, but Adam swiped it off the head of his
dick and licked it off his fingers. Sucking the last tiny taste of the
fluid from his left hand, he began to stroke his cock with the right. He
watched himself in the mirror as his cock thickened even more, the drops of
clear liquid returning again and again to the slit as he stroked them up
from his balls. Unable to stop himself, Adam took another ten strokes,
gasped at the intensity, and blasted out a white ribbon of cum, splattering
the mirror and leaving a long, thin trail across the synthetic marble of
the countertop. Then another, shorter than the first, but still packing a
punch. A third, fourth, and fifth shot left the end of his cock, the
remaining small amounts dribbling over his knuckles. As he stood and
watched his reflection breathing hard and continuing to slowly milk the
cock in his hand, Adam sighed contentedly. Now he could concentrate on a
letter to Daniel.
Adam wrapped his bathrobe around himself and went back to the
computer. Rereading Daniel's two emails, his cock returned to full
erection, pushing up the material of his bathrobe into a tent any Boy Scout
would be proud of. Adam had never considered himself to be well endowed,
but he was above average, he thought. Maybe he should include his cock
size in the answer to Daniel's request. Quickly reconsidering in fear of
seeming too eager or vulgar, he decided to give the same information Daniel
had given. Adam clicked around the screen to begin a new letter.
"Dear Daniel," he began, then halted to think of the exact wording
he wanted to use. "Thanks for writing again. I enjoyed your first letter
so much, I had to write back. As for a description, I'm 30, dark hair,
brown eyes, 6'1", 185#, trim, and a GWM. I keep my balls and chest hair
clipped short because I like it that way. In appearance, I'm very straight
acting, but underneath I enjoy nothing better than a strong man in my
arms."
Adam thought a minute, then continued. "Your letter to me was quite
stimulating, to say the least. You said you haven't had much experience
with men, but from your letter, it sounds like you've had enough to know
what you want. I've not had too much experience, either, but I guess that
is my own fault. I'm not what anyone would consider "out", but I'm coming
to terms with my sexuality and what my family was expecting from me. I
don't want to bore you with a deep analysis of being gay. I'll finish with
another big "Thank You" for the comments on my story and the wonderful
letter you sent me. Write again soon. Adam." Satisfied with the short
effort, he sent the letter and left the room to fix dinner.
An hour later, after consuming his plate of baked fish and macaroni
and cheese, Adam casually walked back to the computer with the intention of
browsing for stories, but was drawn again to the email signal showing on
the screen. Someone had sent a message while he ate dinner. Clicking on
the download button, he was surprised to see Daniel's name again for the
third time that day. Adam thought to himself Daniel must have been sitting
at his computer when he had sent his message. Instantly, Adam felt a
little more closely connected with Daniel, knowing they had both been so
close in cyberspace. This new message was short, only two lines. "Dear
Adam, I got your letter and your description sounds like my type of guy.
One thing you left out; where do you live? Later, Daniel."
Up until this point, Adam hadn't considered telling anyone where he
lived. All he ever heard on the news concerning the Internet was how
dangerous it was to give out your real name and address. Of course, he was
using his real name, but his email was set to where only his first name
went out in the return address of his letters. He had never considered
giving anyone his home address anyway. Now a cute, sexy guy was asking him
where he lived. Adam sat and thought about it. What could go wrong, he
wondered, if I only give the city? Is that all he wants, or is this a lure
of some kind to get information about where I live? Thinking a minute,
Adam decided to answer, but the city name only. Clicking the reply button
to make it easier, he wrote one short sentence.
"I live in Dallas, what about you? Adam." With the little email
sent on it's way, he turned to the Net and a round of stories.
Adam had gone to bed that night fully satisfied and sleepy from a
rousing jack off session that he managed to prolong for almost an hour as
he read one story after another. He always shot farther as a result of
such lengthy stimulation. Tonight had been no exception. The earlier
orgasm in the bathroom hadn't diminished anything. As his dick spasmed in
his tight grip, cum virtually sprayed from his swollen cock, hitting him in
the chin and upper chest before slowing to a trickle. It was messes like
this that made him glad he kept his chest hair short. After licking some
off his hand, he cleaned up the rest of his juice with a wad of kleenex.
It was getting late, but no further response had come in from Daniel.
After shutting down the computer, Adam picked up his robe from off the
floor and the wet tissues, turned off the light, and went to bed.
Adam awoke the next morning to the sun glinting through the
mini-blinds that covered two windows across the room from the bed. He also
awoke to his usual stiff dick. He absently rubbed the swollen head and
delighted in the sensitivity still present from his session the night
before. Glancing at the clock, glowing the time from the nightstand, Adam
cursed under his breath as he realized it was fifteen minutes past his
usual wake up time. Angrily, he threw back the blanket and got out of bed,
naked and erect. He looked down at his dick and knew he wanted some more
attention, but tried to keep some degree of control to lessen the chance of
being late for work again. He couldn't very well tell the office he was
late because he couldn't resist jacking off again. Reluctantly, he walked
to the bathroom and began his daily ritual.
Forty-five minutes later, shaved, showered, and dressed for work,
he grabbed a bagel from the bag on the kitchen counter to eat on the drive
into the office. He was flaccid now, but the thoughts of sex continued to
creep in, making his penis rise and fall slightly with each new image of
pleasuring himself with a good story. Half way to work, it dawned on him
what he'd forgot. "FUCK!" he yelled to himself out loud. With everything
that had gone through his mind that morning, why hadn't he thought to check
the email?
Adam continued to kick himself for the rest of the day as he
wondered about Daniel's response to the location he'd given as home. This
day seemed to drag longer than the day before. As he had done yesterday,
Adam left work precisely at 5:00.
Home again, finally, Adam all but ran to the computer, not
bothering to remove his jacket or tie this time. All his thoughts were
focused on any email from Daniel. As the browser opened, he stared at the
email icon waiting for the indication of mail to be read. And there it
was. At least one letter was waiting. Excitedly, Adam went right to the
email window. Watching as it downloaded, he caught Daniel's email address
right at the end of the first message. Three more were waiting as well.
Once finished collecting the four letters, Adam clicked his way to the
first one, Daniel's letter. This message wasn't very long, but what it
contained had Adam shaking in his chair. He hadn't counted on this little
development.
"Dear Adam," it began, "Dallas, you say? I've been there before.
It's a nice city with lots of things I like. I've even considered moving
there. By the way, I live in Ft. Worth. Later, Daniel."
Without reading the other three messages, Adam closed the browser
and disconnected from the ISP. "Oh, God," he said to himself. This person
he was lusting after and wanted so badly to know was living an hour away.
Was it luck? Was it fate? Was it even a good thing to know? Thoughts of
a rendezvous with Daniel filled his mind as his swelling cock filled his
pants. Suddenly uncomfortable, he reached down almost unconsciously and
rearranged his meat to a more upward position. For the first time since
Daniel had first written, Adam was wondering if he could actually go
through with getting to know the man who had sent him such an erotic reply
to the story he had placed on the Net. He had never considered actually
meeting any of the guys that might be reading the story he'd written. He
had hoped for email, but this was almost too much to handle so quickly.
Standing, Adam walked to the bedroom in a daze. What was he going to do
now, he wondered?
For the rest of the evening and into that night, Adam thought
through scenario after scenario about what a meeting with Daniel would be
like. Would they actually be attracted to each other? Was it a trick of
some kind that might get his head bashed in? Was Daniel telling the truth
about his description? Could they actually become lovers and live out the
scenes from the stories he'd read? He considered location, his job, his
family, HIV infection, even his long-distance phone bill. Still, Adam
couldn't make up his mind about what to do. Around 1:30 am he fell asleep,
but continued to dream of the young man who had made such an impression.
Adam woke up early after a pitiful night's sleep. Unable to get
comfortable, he got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a caffeine fix.
As the water heated in the microwave for a cup of tea, Adam began to
question his own sexuality. He had only admitted to himself about a year
ago that he was gay. Before that, he had considered himself at most
bisexual. His experience with women had been no better than with men, but
because of that heterosexual contact he was convinced that he could go
either way. Only after getting involved so heavily in the Net did he
finally question himself about where his real desire lay. He had always
become aroused when looking at naked guy photos, but considered that to be
only one aspect of his sexual interest. As he became more familiar with
the Internet and all the sites which catered to people seeking gay
pornography, he began to realize more and more that it was the gay material
that made him excited to the point of fantasizing about having sex with the
models in the pictures. Eventually, the straight porn was dropped
completely and he filled his masturbation sessions with more and more
graphic photos of copulating men. Adam was homosexual and he knew it. It
had taken him thirty years to figure out, but when he did, he never had
reconsidered. That is, until now. He began to think of all the sterotypes
he'd heard about in school and at church, back when he still attended, and
wondered if any of them were true. He had never wanted to have sex with
boys or had worn women's clothing. Over time, he'd learned that all the
crap being fed to most people about what being "gay" meant was just that,
crap. Adam didn't feel he fit any mold he'd ever been told of about what
gay's were like. He certainly did not think of himself as a queen or a
fairy. But he also didn't feel like dropping to his knees and sucking any
dick offered him, either. He didn't hang out in bars trying to pick up a
guy for the night. The aspect of virtually continuous sex with a different
guy every night was what triggered this self-doubt. Was he gay because he
liked to fantasize about male-to-male sex, or did he have to prove it by
having lots of real-life partners? More confused than ever, Adam finished
his tea and began his morning routine a little early. He knew Daniel would
be wanting a reply, but he had to think just a little longer about what it
would mean to meet the real life version of one of his fantasies.
With ten minutes left before leaving for work, Adam sat down at the
computer to write something further to Daniel.
"Dear Daniel," it began. "I have to admit your location caught me
off guard. I guess I wasn't expecting a response to my story from someone
in my own backyard. The idea of actually meeting a guy who read my story
hadn't really occurred to me, but I guess it could happen. I need a little
more time to think about it, but I'll write again in a couple of days after
I've had time to take this all in. I don't want to rush into anything.
Later, Adam."
The day had gone smoothly for a change. The uneasiness of not
knowing what to do about Daniel had pushed all the sexual thoughts out of
his mind. Adam didn't even once start to get hard while at work. No images
of hard cocks or naked chests grinding together had disturbed him today.
His mind simply wrestled with work issues until five o'clock, then his
thoughts turned to going home.
Email from Daniel was waiting for him when Adam once more looked
into the monitor and the intrigues of cyberspace. Daniel's tone and words
gave Adam some reassurance, but didn't calm his fears completely.
"Dear Adam, I understand your concern about meeting people on the
Net. Sometimes that can be rough and the attention you get is not always
what you might expect. I've never met anyone this way either. I'm going
to leave the option to meet you open. It's your call. We both have to be
comfortable with it. I'd be happy to have dinner with you one evening, if
you want to, just as friends. I like to take things slow. Falling in bed
is not only a bad habit, it's too dangerous. Think about dinner and let me
know sometime. Daniel."
As he closed the email window, Adam was already thinking about it.
In the back of his mind, he wanted to do it, but the years of hiding his
true nature still made him play games with himself. He had never allowed
himself the pleasure of having an actual one-on-one relationship with
anybody, but now the opportunity was making itself available. Even if
Daniel turned out to not be anything like the mental picture Adam had
formed in his mind, maybe they could at least be friends. A friend was
maybe even more important right now for Adam than a boyfriend. He had
never had too many friends anyway, and no gay friends. It was frustrating
for him to never have much to do on weekends or holidays than to spend time
at his parent's house or just bum around his own place. He had been down
on Cedar Springs in Dallas and seen the gay couples and singles
interacting, but had never had the courage to try and meet anyone or make
any friends. He was too concerned with looking like he just wanted sex.
That was way down his list as far as motivation for meeting someone. Sure,
he got horny, but his sense of right and wrong always got the better of
him. Adam knew being gay was right for him, but casual sex with a virtual
stranger was wrong. Now came Daniel, talking about the same ideas Adam had
always felt in his own mind. Be friends first, then if a relationship is
born of that so much the better. It came down to one question for him in
the end. Did he want to meet Daniel and see what happened? The right
answer was yes. Before he could muddle up his thoughts and maybe change
his mind, Adam sent an email to Daniel.
"Dear Daniel, I would very much like to meet you for dinner as a
friend. Let me know your schedule and I'll see what looks good to me.
We'll work out the details when we set a date. Thanks for the invitation,
Adam."
Before he could second guess himself, Adam hit the send button and
the message was on its way. Within minutes, he was nervously drumming his
fingers on the desk, wondering if he'd done the right thing.
A small flurry of emails passed between them before Adam and Daniel
decided on the next Tuesday night. Daniel was coming into Dallas for a
meeting with a client and wanted to stay for dinner. It was agreed they
would meet at the Blackeyed Pea on Cedar Springs, right in the heart of
Dallas gay culture. Besides that, they both liked the food. The date was
made, now the waiting began.
By Tuesday night, Adam was a nervous wreck. His clothes didn't
seem right, his hair wasn't behaving, and he was sure he'd sprayed on too
much cologne. He was supposed to meet Daniel at 7:00. With just enough
time to get there, Adam left the house convinced he was a total mess.
Arriving at the restaurant a few minutes later, right at 7:00, Adam walked
to the front of the restaurant and waited outside. That was a detail he
hadn't counted on, waiting inside or outside. What if Daniel was waiting
inside and thought he wasn't coming, wondered Adam. Just as he reached for
the door, he thought he heard his name. Looking up, a young, blond man
walked toward him from around the corner of the building. Adam thought to
himself, "Is that him? He doesn't look like what I expected, but I didn't
have a picture." The young man walked up to him and spoke.
"Adam, I'm Daniel. I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was backed up."
Extending his hand, Daniel continued, "It's nice to meet you and I'm glad
we could have dinner tonight."
Realizing his blank stare, Adam finally responded, "Daniel, yes,
I'm Adam. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I was comparing your desciption
to the real you. You didn't do yourself justice in your email." Adam
suddenly blushed bright red. He couldn't believe he'd just said that to a
guy he didn't know. "I'm glad to meet you, too," he quickly added.
Daniel just smiled and they shook hands.
"Are you ready to eat?" asked Daniel.
Still somewhat staring and taking mental notes on Daniel's
appearance, Adam answered, "Yes, please. Let's get a table. I'm starving."
"I can tell," said Daniel, under his breath.
The dinner went smoothly. Once the conversation started, Adam
calmed down and began to enjoy himself. Daniel had an easy-going way about
him that made Adam feel comfortable. The food had been good and the
evening pleasant. As they sat and talked while Daniel drank a cup of
coffee, Adam made a statement out of the blue.
"I've never been in a gay relationship before."
Daniel looked at his dinner companion and smiled. "No kidding?
You looked like a pro," he said, smiling broadly. Adam didn't say
anything.
"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I was trying to be funny. I shouldn't tease
you like that," said Daniel.
"No, it's OK," replied Adam. "I'm just having to deal with a lot
of feelings right now that are kind of new to me. I only came out, as it
were, a few months ago. "Out" isn't really the right thing to say. The
only person that knows I'm gay is you." Adam stared at the table,
embarrassed at his lack of sophistication. Sensing Adam's discomfort,
Daniel picked up the conversation.
"I got lucky, you might say, and was found out by my mother. She
walked in on me and my first boyfriend back in high school, kissing in the
garage. We didn't even know she had seen us until we heard the door into
the house close. She finally confronted me a few days later. I didn't
know what to expect, but it went pretty smooth, I guess. My mom and dad
didn't exactly like it, but they didn't kick me out either. Johnny, my
boyfriend, would come over once in a while, but we were never comfortable
around them. He and I broke up a few months later and they never did say
anything else about it. Of course, everyone in my family knows now. They
are all pretty good with it. I had it easy, I guess."
"Wow," said Adam, "you had a boyfriend in high school? What about
the email you sent me about your first time in college? Maybe I shouldn't
be getting so personal."
"No, that's Ok," Daniel responded, "I don't mind to tell you. That
story was part true and part false. Johnny and I kissed and jerked each
other off mostly and I tried to give him a blowjob once, but that was it.
College was where I was really broken in, so to speak. I met a guy, Randy,
who I thought was so cool. He was laid back, in control, confident, and
smart. I didn't know he was gay until he asked me out. Randy showed me
that being gay was OK. It didn't mean you walked funny or dressed like a
girl. He made me understand that I'm just like everybody else. I need
love and affection and sex, I just want it from a guy. I learned to be
comfortable with who I am. I'm gay, so what?"
Daniel again was smiling at Adam.
"I wish I could be that confident," said Adam with a sigh. "Maybe
some of you will rub off on me."
As Daniel began to laugh, Adam realized his unintended joke.
Blushing again, he couldn't help but smile.
"That's not what I meant," he said with a grin.
"I know," Daniel said, continuing to laugh, "but it was funny. And
who knows? Maybe some of me will rub off on you."
Daniel finished his coffee and the two men left the restaurant.
Walking along the sidewalk back around to Daniel's car, they could hear the
sounds coming down the street from the bars along Cedar Springs. Sounds of
boys at play, enjoying life and having fun. Daniel reached over and took
Adam's hand.
"I want to see you again, Adam. How about Friday night?"
"Yes, I want to see you again, too. I've had a lot of fun
tonight. Thanks," said Adam.
"You don't have to thank me. I had a good time. You're quite a
guy. You just need some practice," Daniel insisted.
"Practice? What kind of practice?" asked Adam.
"Like this," Daniel said, leaning towards Adam and kissing him
lightly on the lips. Adam practically glowed bright red under the street
light where they stood on the sidewalk.
"You're probably right," he said. "I do need practice."
"I'll see you Friday then?" inquired Daniel.
"Definately," Adam replied.
They looked into each other's eyes, then reluctantly parted. Adam
watched as Daniel headed toward the highway to make the drive home to
Ft. Worth. Smiling all the way to his car, Adam made his way home, too.
By Friday night Adam was again nervous, but for a different reason.
Daniel had made all the dinner arrangements this time, but had also invited
a couple of friends to join them at the Texas Land & Cattle Co., a steak
place on Lemmon Ave. in Big D. Adam was simply to meet them there at 7:30.
Trying to get control of himself as he got dressed, Adam looked at the man
staring at him from the mirror.
"What are you getting into?" he asked himself out loud. "Do you
have even the slightest clue of how this may effect your life?"
Adam didn't answer his own question. He knew in his mind that
meeting people and getting on with his life was what he wanted. Nobody
with normal desires would keep to themselves like he had for so long. He
didn't consider himself abnormal, but he knew staying alone for so long had
not been good for him. Tonight he was going to go out and have a good
time. Puffing up his confidence, Adam looked into the mirror again and
scrutinized his appearance. He thought he looked pretty good for a change
as his eyes darted from one area to another. His confidence fell flat as a
single flaw caught his eye.
"Zip your pants, moron," he said angrily to himself. Doing so,
Adam left the bedroom, gathered his wallet and keys, set his house alarm,
locked the door behind him, and began the short journey to what he hoped
would be a fun evening.
Upon arrival at the restaurant, Adam immediately saw Daniel and two
other men standing near the entrance. One of the men had his arm around
the other in a manner that lead Adam immediately to assume they were a
couple. He parked his car and joined the threesome at the front door.
"Adam," Daniel greeted him, "I'd like you to meet some friends of
mine, Cameron and Keith. Cam, Keith, this is Adam."
Extending his hand and trying to speak clearly, Adam shook both
men's hands and greeted them with a quick, "Hello. It's nice to meet you."
They responded in kind.
The group then paired off and went inside. As they waited to be
seated, Adam took note of the men he'd just met. Cameron appeared to be
around 30 or slightly older, black hair, medium heigth, and fairly thin.
Keith, on the other hand, was decidedly shorter, brown hair, and slightly
stocky, but not heavy. Adam pegged his age to be between 35 and 40 due to
a receeding hairline. The two men stayed close to each other and talked
quietly between themselves. The group was soon seated at a table near the
fireplace and Daniel led the group in conversation.
"So, Adam," he began, "tell these guys how we met. I think they
would find it interesting."
Adam considered his options of how to start, but every idea led
back around to the story he'd written and placed on the Net. He wasn't
sure he was ready to talk about that with two strangers.
"Are you sure they'd want to hear it?" he questioned Daniel,
looking across the table at Cameron and Keith.
"We certainly do," responded Keith, finally breaking the sound
barrier between them. "Dan hasn't told us anything about you. Just that
he wanted us to come to dinner tonight and meet his new friend. I must say
he has good taste in men all of a sudden."
Adam smiled at the compliment, but said nothing.
"Come on, tell the story," Daniel insisted.
Adam relented. "Ok, I'll talk. Daniel and I met over the Internet.
He read something I wrote and when he sent me an email about it, I wrote
back, and here we are."
"That's rather condensed, but those are the facts," Daniel
confirmed. He smiled as Cameron and Keith looked from him to Adam and back
again.
"Wow," said Cameron, "That's how I met Keith. He wrote a sex story
and it caught my attention. After we figured out we lived pretty close, we
started to see each other. We've been together for almost a year now."
"Wait a minute," stated Keith. "Dan, was the story you gave me
earlier the thing that Adam wrote?"
"The very same," Daniel assured him.
Somewhat relieved that the truth was out, but that it hadn't been
him that revealed it, Adam calmed down slightly. They were apparently all
comfortable with knowing he'd written a j/o story.
"Well, Adam," said Cameron, "I'll have to say you have some talent.
Good story."
"Thanks. I had fun with it," Adam answered.
"I bet," both Keith and Cameron said together.
"Just like an old married couple," Daniel kidded them. "They're
even starting to finish each other's sentences."
The entire group was now smiling and Adam felt much more
comfortable. He was having a good time for the second night that week.
As the evening continued, food and drinks were ordered and eaten,
conversation continued almost non-stop, and Adam began to feel very much in
the right place for once. At some time during the evening, after dessert
and coffee had been ordered, Adam realized Daniel had his arm around him,
resting on the back of his chair. That simple gesture made him feel wanted
and very much a part of what he had been wanting for so long. Once or
twice, Daniel squeezed Adam's shoulder, usually during part of the
conversation that included some kind of comment about Adam. Adam felt good
just from that little contact. He started to wonder how good he'd feel
before the night was over.
As the dinner came to an end and the two couples left the
restaurant, Adam began to get nervous again over the prospects of what
would happen now.
"We had a great time tonight, guys," said Keith, hugging first
Daniel, then Adam. Cameron did the same. "We better get home. We both
have work tomorrow."
"OK," said Daniel, "I'll call you later next week."
"Alright," Keith said. Looking at Adam, he added, "It was nice
meeting you, Adam. You take good care of that boy."
"He will," Daniel said quickly. "I'm giving him lessons."
Keith and Cameron laughed as they got in their car to leave. As
they drove off waving, Adam again wondered what was next. Some of Daniel's
lessons, perhaps?
As they stood next to Daniel's car, the two men held hands and
looked at each other. It was Adam that spoke first.
"What do you want to do now?" he inquired of his date.
"How about going back to your house?" asked Daniel. "Would that be
OK? I'd like to just sit and talk for a while."
"Sure, that would be great," Adam said quickly, much to his own
amazement. "Do you want to just follow me?"
"Yeah, then I can go home from there," Daniel replied.
Retreating to their respective cars, Adam led Daniel on the journey
back to his house. Once there, Adam parked in the garage, leaving the
driveway open for Daniel's machine.
"I like your house," said Daniel once they were inside. As Daniel
looked around at the modest furnishings and various objects on the
entertainment center and bookcases, Adam, out of habit, emptied his pockets
onto the desk near the kitchen door. The dropped keys and spilled change
gave away his nervousness at having Daniel actually in his home and so
accessible.
Daniel looked up and watched Adam as he picked up the change from
the carpet, noticing for the first time how Adam's ass filled out his jeans
just right. Daniel felt a slight twitch in his groin at the thought of
Adam's butt and what he could do with it.
"Now, now," thought Daniel silently, "don't go overboard. You'll
scare him for sure." Daniel moved to sit on the couch before the swelling
in his jeans became too noticable.
Finally getting everything straigtened on the desk, Adam walked
over and sat down on the other end of the couch, looking unsure of what to
do next. Finally, Daniel spoke again.
"Adam," he began, "do you know what maybe you're looking for in a
relationship right now? I mean, I don't want to come on too strong or push
you into something you might not be ready for. You have to help me on
this."
Adam thought a minute before he answered. "I'm not sure, I guess.
I've given it some thought, but I've never done anything like this before.
I don't know what to expect or anything. Have you ever been in a
relationship before? I mean since college?"
Daniel sat for a moment, the look on his face making it obvious he
was thinking back; thinking of someone he'd known once and had had feelings
for.
"Yes, there was one guy," Daniel said after about a minute. "He and
I met in our neighborhood one day while we were both out walking. You know
how it goes, one thing led to another and we made a date. It took a couple
of weeks, but we got real serious, or so I thought. We never did move in
together, but we saw each other constantly and spent nights together three
or four times a week. I was starting to have thoughts about something more
permanent than sleeping over. That went on for about six months, I guess.
But he never would commit. I was in love with him, but he wasn't in love
with me. I know that now, but back then, I continued to follow him like a
puppy. He liked having me around, but he wouldn't settle down. Over time,
we just kind of stopped calling each other. I remember the last time I
talked to him. We just exchanged some meaningless babble, didn't make a
date for anything that weekend, and that's when I knew it was over. He
moved down to Austin not long after that, about a year ago."
Adam sat silently as Daniel stared blankly into space. His look
again exposing his feelings for Adam to see. The look of private memories
being replayed for the first time in months. He sat for a moment longer,
then finally spoke again.
"Oh, hey, Adam, I didn't mean to sound so down about it. It was
good while we had it, but it just wasn't right. That happens to everybody
at some point, I think. Don't let what I just said discourage you from
anything."
"I won't. I was just thinking about your question. What do I want
in a relationship?" Adam paused, then, looking right at Daniel, began to
speak. "I want security. I want love. I want respect. I want someone I
don't have to try and change to meet my needs. He has to understand what I
want and be able to provide it because he wants to, not because I ask him
to. Does that answer the question at all?"
"Very much so," answered Daniel. "You want a whole partner, not
just a boyfriend. You want a mate."
"That's it," Adam said, suddenly aware of the word he'd been
looking for to describe what he wanted. "I want a mate."
Both men were smiling at each other, amused that they had come to
an agreement on the subject. Adam began to feel a tension in himself that
he hadn't felt before. As he continued to look at Daniel, and Daniel
looked back at him, he felt a wave of emotion roll through him, but in an
almost physical form; like a muscular contraction throughout his body. He
knew then he wanted Daniel. But the old feelings remained strong. As he
sat wanting to do things with his body, his mind wouldn't let him. For
what seemed like an hour he simply sat there, the only things he could feel
being the rough fabric of the couch against his skin and the constriction
of his clothes. He wanted Daniel's warmth against him. He wanted to feel
the young man's hot breath dance across his neck and face, feel his hands
move over his chest and shoulders. He wanted to feel the firm flesh of a
cock pressed against his own stomach. Without realizing it, Adam had
developed quite a bulge in his jeans, but Daniel had noticed.
"Adam," he asked, smiling, "are you OK?"
Suddenly pulled from the depths of his daydream, Adam felt the
tightness in his crotch and immediately understood Daniel had seen it, too.
Adam blushed bright red, just like under the street light three days
earlier.
"Oh, god, Daniel, I'm sorry," Adam began to apologize, "I can't
believe I'm acting like this."
"It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong," Daniel reassured
him. "You're a man; men get hard when they get excited. It's normal."
"I know it's "normal", but I'm not used to doing it in front of
people," Adam explained.
"Maybe I should be flattered," quipped Daniel, smiling broadly.
"I'm kind of glad I can do that for you."
Adam sat nervously looking at the floor.
"It's getting late. I better go. I have a long drive back to
Ft. Worth," stated Daniel.
"Um, yeah, Ok. Whatever you need to do," Adam said, quite
flustered. "I'll walk you to your car."
To make things easier for Adam, Daniel stood up first and turned
toward the door. That gave Adam the chance, which he quickly took
advantage of, to rearrange his package into a comfortable position. The
swelling had gone down some, but a more than slight bulge remained.
Walking into the dark of the driveway through the garage, the two
young men stopped along side Daniel's car. Daniel reached out and took
Adam's hand and squeezed it. It was sweaty to the touch and Daniel knew
his friend was still very nervous.
"I have an idea," Daniel said quickly. "What are you doing
tomorrow?"
"Not really anything, I guess," Adam replied, curiosity creeping up
within him. "Did you have something in mind?"
"Spend the day with me. The whole day. Come over to Ft. Worth.
We can go to the zoo or the botanical garden or the Kimball, or whatever.
What do you say?"
Adam thought for only a second before giving his answer. "That
would be great."
Daniel wrote his address and some directions on a napkin he took
from the glove box and put it in Adam's hand. Then, leaning in, he kissed
Daniel just like the last time, lightly on the lips. Parting only slightly
this time, though, he reached around Adam and pulled him closer. Again,
their lips met, but this time it was stronger and longer. A slow, moist,
loving kiss. Adam felt his dick swell again, much more quickly this time.
They parted long enough to take a breath, then met a third time, even more
passionately and driven by desire. Adam could feel his cock swell
completely hard now as Daniel pressed against him. But a different feeling
met him, too. The feeling of Daniel's hardness pressed against him as
well. Almost involuntarily, Adam ground his hips against Daniel, who
instinctively returned the action.
"Damn. I better get out of here before we wake the neighbors,"
Adam said with a smile.
Adam was breathing very hard. Catching his breath, he confirmed
their plans for Saturday. "I'll be there around 9:00 am. Is that too
early?"
"No, not at all. Come as early as you like," said Daniel, then
quickly adding provocatively, "Maybe you'll catch me in bed."
Adam grinned broadly at the suggestion, only slightly embarrassed
this time. "I'll be there at 9."
"Good night, then," Daniel said quietly. Opening the car door he
started to enter, then moved back quickly and gave Adam one more light
kiss. Looking into Adam's eyes there in the dark, he could still see the
spark of new feelings being kindled within Adam. He ran his hand down
Adam's right arm, then held and squeezed his hand once more. Parting,
Daniel got into the car and in a few seconds was backing out of the
driveway and heading home.
Back in his house, alone, Adam pulled off his clothes and went
right to bed. Hard and horny, he forced himself to not jack off a load
just to make the feelings last as long as possible. Besides, he hoped he'd
need all his strength for Saturday.
Very early Saturday morning, Adam woke up thinking about where he
was to spend the day. Daniel was turning out to be exactly what he had
hoped. Generous, loving, intelligent, and able to share his feelings.
Adam went into the bathroom and began his routine like a regular work
day. He normally wouldn't have shaved, but he wanted to look good for
Daniel. After that, he took a quick shower. Standing at the mirror and
looking himself over again, he felt more confident and sure of himself.
Someone was interested in him and he was enjoying it. More than once he'd
boned up thinking about Daniel and what they might do all day, but he'd
resisted masturbating. That hadn't stopped his dick from beginning to drip
precum. All the erections that morning were now reeking havoc on his
system as he tried to get dressed. Not two minutes after having cleaned
the end of his dick of the clear fluid, he now had a wet spot in the front
of his boxers.
"God damn it!" he cursed aloud at his semi erect penis. "Why does
this happen every time?" Taking a tissue, he tried blotting up as much as
he could from the cotton material, then pulled and squeezed his dick to try
and milk out any remaining juice. He knew he couldn't get it all, and the
mere handling of his cock would likely only make more. Doing the best he
could, Adam went ahead and pulled on a pair of dark, loose walking shorts.
He'd chosen these specifically to help hide any bulges he might get during
the day, although they wouldn't conceal a full erection. A bright yellow
t-shirt, then his socks, tennis shoes, and sunglasses completed his
dressing. Satisfied at last that maybe he wouldn't completely embarrass
himself, he gathered from the desk his wallet, keys, change, and the napkin
with the directions. Looking around the house to see if there was anything
he'd forgot, he decided everything was OK. Turning on a light so it would
be easier to see when he returned home, Adam locked up and began the
journey west. In an hour, he thought to himself, he'd be with Daniel
again, experiencing life for a change. He felt contented and happy for the
first time in ages.
He found Daniel's apartment with surprising ease. The directions
had been written very well. As he walked up the stairs and turned the
corner toward Daniel's unit, he heard a familiar voice and his name being
called. Turning toward the sound, he saw Daniel in the parking lot.
"Adam, wait for me, I had to take out the trash. I'll be right
up," called Daniel from below the second floor landing.
As Adam waited, he thought how handsome Daniel looked in the
morning light. Fresh and energetic, the young man seemed capable of
leading Adam around all day, and, hopefully, all night.
"Did you have any trouble finding me?" asked Daniel as he caught up
with Adam just outside his door.
"None," Adam replied. "You give good directions."
"Thank you," Daniel quickly returned. "You seem to be well able to
follow directions. Maybe you're ready for some more lessons tonight?"
"Yeah, maybe," Adam teased. He was becoming very comfortable with
Daniel already. Who knows, he wondered to himself, how comfortable he
might become.
As they entered the apartment, Adam was struck by how small it
seemed. After living in a house by himself for so long, he was not used to
the size of most apartments. Actually, the space Daniel had was well
utilized and not really that cramped, but, still, Adam felt a little closed
in.
"I'd ask you to get comfortable, but I'm ready to go if you are,"
said Daniel as he picked up his wallet off the table.
"I'm ready. Lead the way," was Adam's response.
"How did you know I like to lead?" asked Daniel teasingly as the
two left the apartment to begin their day.
They started at the Ft. Worth Zoo. Adam hadn't been there is a
long time, so he was eager to go. Daniel went every couple of months, but
he was happy to go again with Adam accompanying him. Together, they
strolled the grounds taking in everything they could. Gorillas, chimps,
and other apes seemed to be their favorites, as they stood around the
enclosures like little kids amazed by the animals and their activities.
Stopping frequently to just watch and learn, they spent most all day
leisurely walking, talking, and getting to know one another throughout the
day. During a lunch break, they again talked about relationships. Even
though he hadn't told Daniel, Adam was very impressed by the man he'd met
less than a week before. He was getting closer and closer to him, first as
a friend, but now as something more. He found himself casually touching
Daniel more and more; looking into his eyes as they spoke; even wanting to
kiss him again like the previous night in the drive way. By late
afternoon, they were ready to go back to Daniel's apartment and relax for a
while.
Once back at Daniel's, they decided to order pizza to make things
easier than going out again. Somewhat tired from walking all day, Adam sat
on the couch while Daniel called in the order.
"It's going to be around 45 minutes. I'm going to take a quick
shower. Do you mind?" asked Daniel.
Thoughts of Daniel naked quickly filled Adam's mind, but he managed
to squeak out a faint, "No, go ahead." Other thoughts filtered in as Adam
watched his host walk around the corner and disappear into the bedroom.
Should he join him in the shower, or do nothing? What if he just took off
his clothes and surprised Daniel in the bedroom? Momentarily, Adam heard
the shower come on and a vision of Daniel, naked and wet, maybe even with
an erection, caused Adam's dick to begin an upward expansion along the leg
of his shorts. As his cock hardened to it's full extent under the loose
material, Adam couldn't believe the feelings of pure lust and desire
running through him. But he remained firmly seated on the couch, unable to
focus his mind on a course of action. Suddenly another thought struck him.
What about the pizza? It was a lame excuse, but one Adam could cling to if
Daniel asked him later about why he hadn't joined him. Secretly, Adam
cursed himself for not being bold enough to go with the feelings inside
him. He wanted Daniel, body and soul, but was still too inexperienced and
unsure to let himself try anything. He'd wait and let Daniel make the
first move.
In about 15 minutes, Daniel reappeared wearing a clean tank top and
pull-on shorts, but barefoot and his hair still damp from the shower.
"It shouldn't be too much longer," said Daniel as he sat down in a
chair slightly past the end of the couch away from where Adam
sat. "Sometimes they're faster than they tell you."
"Right," said Adam in reply. He couldn't take his eyes off the
form of the young man sitting a few feet away. Looking him over, Adam
admired the firm legs, arms, and outlined chest of his companion. The bare
feet added to the overall sexy appearance. Adam again felt his dick
pulsing in his shorts. He was sure Daniel could hear his heart pounding,
see the lust in his eyes, feel the heat from his hard cock.
Daniel was, in fact, noticing the strange behavior of his friend.
Not really so strange, it was the look of unfulfilled need; desire almost
beyond control. He couldn't help but smile and look away.
"What?" asked Adam as he saw Daniel turn away.
"It's nothing," Daniel returned, grinning even wider.
"Tell me, please," Adam pleaded. "Am I embarrassing myself?"
"No, Adam, you're fine. But I've seen that look before, last night
at your house," Daniel confessed. "You need it bad."
Suddenly aware of the signals he must be giving out, Adam blushed
and closed his eyes. He was embarrassed now. All his thoughts turned
inward as he tried to gain control of himself. In the blackness of his
mind, he tried to understand what it was he really wanted. Just sex?
Friendship? A mate? The sudden ringing of the doorbell jolted him from
his internal struggle.
"Pizza's here," Daniel announced.
Being able to stop and eat gave Adam some time to calm down.
Daniel had said nothing more about it as they sat and ate, making only a
few comments on the texture of the crust and how good the pizza tasted.
Half an hour later, they were finished and back where they left off, except
now Daniel was sitting beside Adam on the couch.
It was early evening, the sun was still up, but the night wasn't
far away. As the shadows became longer across the floor of the apartment,
Daniel reached for Adam's hand, holding it softly.
"This is always the awkward part, isn't it?" asked Daniel after a
few minutes. "I mean, do we just sit here and talk? Do we kiss and go to
bed? Or would you rather just go home?"
"No!" Adam said sharply. "I don't want to go home yet. I like
sitting here with you. We can talk for a while."
Squeezing Adam's hand, Daniel answered, "Good. I didn't want you
to leave."
Daniel continued, "I know this is new for you. I don't want you to
be embarrassed or afraid. Just go with your feelings. Tell me what you
want. Please."
Adam looked into the eyes of his young friend and gathered his
courage. "I want to make love with you." The voice was low and soft, but
Daniel heard the words.
Daniel reached up and touched the face of his friend, caressing the
skin and running his fingers through Adam's hair. When his hand had moved
to the back of Adam's head, he pulled the two of them together in a kiss,
deep and warm. The emotional energy between them was growing. As they
continued to kiss and hold each other tighter, they knew it would happen.
They would mate.
No verbal exchange was needed as Daniel stood up, pulling Adam with
him, leading him to the bedroom. Both men knew they would have each other,
to give and take the pleasure they sought. They continued kissing, harder,
almost desperately. Adam felt his shirt being pulled up, then off, by
Daniel's hands. Parting just enough to gain room, Daniel then removed his
own shirt. The space between them quickly disappeared as their chests and
stomachs made contact. The warm bodies pressed together made their desire
even stronger. Adam felt what seemed to be a hundred fingers moving over
his exposed skin, sometimes rough, sometimes soft. His nipples responded
instantly to the manipulation they received. He returned the favor and was
warmly surprised when Daniel gave out a small moan as Adam's fingertips
closed around the hard nubs.
"Oh, god, Adam," Daniel finally spoke, "I love that."
Encouraged, Adam continued to stroke, pinch, rub, and handle
Daniel's nipples and chest. Almost trembling now, Daniel made small noises
with each new sensation.
"Adam, stop! You're going to make me cum!" Daniel pleaded. "I'm
too sensitive. I want to do some more first."
Reluctantly, Adam stopped his hands from any further action across
Daniel's torso. "Ok, so what now? I'm ready to learn."
Daniel smiled and looked into the eyes of his lover. "Now," he
instructed, "we get naked."
Together, they reached for the other's shorts. Unfastening the
button and drawing down the zipper, Daniel let Adam's shorts drop to the
floor over his shoes. Adam had to simply push down the shorts his friend
wore, leaving Daniel clad only in a revealing pair of red jockey briefs,
his hard cock just barely contained within. Stepping out of his shorts,
Daniel squatted down and untied Adams shoes, removed them and the socks,
then allowed Adam to step out of his own fallen garment. On his way back
up, Daniel nuzzled against the hard flesh of Adam's cock, still under wraps
behind the boxers Adam wore. Each one placed his hands on the waist of the
other in preparation for the final unveiling.
"Together," Daniel said, looking into Adam's eyes.
Simultaneously, they pushed down the final articles which kept them
confined, each one exposing the other's hardness. Like a reflection of
each other, they bent their heads forward to see their prize. Virtually
identical, both cocks stood up firm and tall over two pair of almost
hairless balls.
"You shave?" asked Adam.
"Yeah," said Daniel. "You?"
"Clipped. Along with my chest and pits," returned Adam.
"God, you're beautiful," stated Daniel. "I love your body."
"You look great, too," added Adam. "I can't believe how much I want
you."
"You can have me, in time," Daniel said. "But I want something
first." Taking Adam by the shoulders, Daniel turned him around and pushed
him back on the bed. As Adam moved up slightly to give Daniel space on the
bed, he understood what his companion desired. The next sensation he felt
was the hot breath of his lover blowing across the head of his swollen
cock.
Daniel began to indulge himself. The smell of Adam's dried sweat
filled his nose and mouth. It was all he could do to not try and swallow
whole the object of his desire. Adam's cock was as hard as it ever had
been and the angle was such that from where Daniel lay between Adam's legs,
he couldn't pull it down far enough to suck into his throat. As Adam
watched, Daniel began to make love to his cock. Small, light licks across
the slit, followed by sucking kisses to the shiny head, had Adam squirming
on the bed. He'd never felt such a sensation before. The wet heat and
living flesh of Daniel's tongue had him on fire. Daniel had pulled the
upturned piece of meat as far from Adam's stomach as he could without
hurting his partner, but the angle still wasn't good enough for him to go
down on the shaft very far. He'd have to turn around.
As Daniel began to shift his position, Adam moved over slightly to
make room. Now, face to crotch, both men had something to keep them
occupied. A hard dick greeted each one as they moved into a 69. Slowly,
almost reluctantly, but with an obsession just below the surface, Adam
reached for Daniel's cock, only inches from his mouth. It was hot and
hard, felt good to the touch, and Adam knew what he had to do.
"I've...I've never done this," Adam said in a low voice. "I'll try
not to hurt you."
A muffled grunt was all Daniel returned as his mouth closed over
the head of Adam's cock. He began to suck on just the head, which seemed
to swell larger with each pull of his cheeks and swipe of his tongue. Adam
still had his hand around the shaft of Daniel's hot cock, but was now
dealing with the flood of sensation coming up his cock to his brain as
Daniel sucked and stroked him. He could have moved back on the bed and
simply let himself fall into the easy rhythm of Daniel's sucking mouth, but
the head and shaft of Daniel's cock continued to draw him closer. With his
nose almost buried in the hair surrounding Daniel's cock, Adam took a deep
breath. The smell of soap dominated Daniel's crotch, but still underneath
was the unmistakable scent of another man. Three or four deep breaths
later, Adam again found himself staring into the eye of the penis he held
in his hand. Pounding with the beat of Daniel's heart, it seemed to take on
a life of it's own, at least in Adam's mind. As he drew his mouth to the
flared head, Adam knew he couldn't wait any longer. He had to taste it.
With his mouth open and tongue extended, he took a wide swipe across the
ridge. He immediately felt it twitch in response. It was warm and alive,
and wanting his attention.
Leaving Adam's hard flesh for just a moment, Daniel offered his
partner the encouragement to go on. "Suck me, babe."
Adam again licked the ridge, leaving a shining streak of spit
glistening under the light of the small table lamp. Slowly, he closed his
lips around the top half of the firm, yet supple, head and began to nurse
the cock of his partner. To Adam, it was perfect. The heat, the taste,
the texture, the smell; every sensation went right to the center of his
body driving him further. He had to suck on it, harder and deeper. As the
firm flesh disappeared into his mouth, Adam moaned and slurped, purred and
sucked. In his mind, Adam saw an image of himself sucking Daniel's cock
and it made him proud he could give another male such pleasure. He
couldn't see Daniel's face, but he could hear his whimpers and feel the
twitches in the cock he so wanted to swallow deeper and deeper. Fighting
off a sudden gag, Adam backed off slightly, but never left the hard meat.
As he began a slow and shallow thrusting into Adam's warm, wet
mouth, Daniel again spoke. "Oh, god, Adam, you suck me good. Ah! Mmmm!
Come on, babe, suck me, all the way."
Adam continued his oral worship of Daniel's hardness, but also
began to pull, roll, and squeeze on the shaved pouch and balls just below
his chin. Daniel had continued to stroke Adam's cock, wet with saliva, and
now he could sense a difference in his partner's reaction. A definate
quickening was taking place in the sucking motion of Adam's mouth; the
urgent licking and slurping of his tongue and lips along the cock buried in
his mouth all pointed to Adam's imminent release. At the same time, Adam's
hips began a rolling motion, the unmistakable thrust and withdrawal of
wanting to bury his cock in the nearest hole. Daniel was getting close
too, and voiced his last words to Adam before filling his mouth again with
the swaying meat in front of him. "All the way, Adam. Take it."
Two heads moved furiously over two cocks, lips smacking, tongues
rolling, spit dripping, fists sliding along the shafts. The muscle of two
firm butts flexed and relaxed as the two men fucked each other's mouth to
the desired end. Two orgasms, within seconds of each other, filled the
mouths of each partner with a creamy reward. Both men tasted and swallowed
what they could as the spurts of cum grew less powerful until only small
drops remained, those, too, to be savored as a gift from the body of their
lover. As they slowed, but continued to suckle at the slightly deflated
dicks still in each other's mouth, their minds cleared and their breathing
returned to normal. After a few minutes of continued light stimulation,
Adam was first to release the cock he'd been so lovingly kissing and
licking. Occasionally getting another small drop of liquid from the tiny
hole at the end of Daniel's dick, Adam had been reluctant to stop. He
wanted as much as he could get, but now the realization that his jaws were
sore and getting tighter, almost to a cramp, he finally let the meaty tube
fall from his mouth. Just about then, Daniel did the same. Raising up and
turning his body around, Daniel and Adam again lay face to face.
"Damn, babe, have you been taking lessons from someone else?"
Daniel inquired teasingly.
"No," Adam answered, slightly embarrassed, "I just wanted to make
you feel good so I did what seemed right. Was it alright?"
"Alright? Adam, you're a natural. I haven't had head like that in
ages," Daniel remarked, smiling at his lover.
Remaining close together, each man continued to caress and touch
the other's body. Daniel had nuzzled up along Adam's neck and was giving
him small kisses and nibbles, tickling Adam slightly. Adam squirmed and
couldn't contain a giggle, but Daniel continued. The kisses turned to
suction along one side of Adam's neck just above his collar bone. That
sensation, plus the continued movement of Daniel's hands across his chest
and stomach, had Adam hard again. Occasionally, Daniel would brush his
fingers up and down the length of Adam's cock, producing little squeaks and
moans from Adam. This went on for several minutes until Daniel released
his sucking mouth from Adam's neck, rose up on his hands and knees, and
looked down between their two sweaty bodies at the hard cock standing above
the abdomen of his lover. Then, looking directly into Adam's eyes, he said
in a voice loud and determined, "I want you to fuck me."
"What?" That single word was all Adam could muster as his mind
convulsed in the realization he was going to have Daniel's fine ass.
"I want you to fuck me," Daniel repeated in the same matter of fact
tone. During the short exchange, Daniel had stood up and left the bed.
Walking around to the other side, he pulled open the middle drawer of the
table upon which the small lamp sat. He quickly produced a bottle of clear
liquid, which Adam guessed was lubrication. Daniel tossed the bottle to
Adam, then walked back around the bed and into the bathroom. Returning, he
carried a bath towel and a washcloth.
"Get up, babe," Daniel instructed. Adam moved off the bed and
watched Daniel spread out the towel. "There we go. This will keep any
mess out of the sheets. I hate sleeping in a wet spot."
Adam immediately grasped the idea. After a small kiss from his
lover, he watched as Daniel climbed back on the bed and positioned himself
on his knees, ass in the air and elbows on the pillow. "Let's do it,
babe. Fuck me."
Adam hesitated only a second before climbing on the bed immediately
behind Daniel. The spread cheeks before him revealed the tight hole that
would welcome his invasion. Adam saw the puckered opening flutter and wink
as he popped the cap on the lube bottle. Daniel now rested his head on his
folded arms, his eyes closed.
Adam thought a minute about the best way to go. Unsure, he asked,
"How do you like it? Fast or slow?"
In a low voice, sounding sweet and content, Daniel answered,
"That's up to you. Go slow, go fast, go deep, I don't care. I just want
to get fucked."
With free reign, Adam's mind began to work on a fantasy. His cock
responded in kind by throbbing to the beat of his quickening pulse. All he
knew right now was that he wanted his cock inside Daniel's body. Adam
lowered his hand to Daniel's ass and felt the few hairs surrounding the
warm hole, begging for his cock to enter. The touch set off a low moan
from Daniel, eyes still closed, working on his own fantasy fuck. Placing
the middle finger of his left hand at Daniel's asshole, Adam tipped up the
bottle of lube and watched the drops fall and run down the crack of the
great ass in front of him. Slowly, he began to work his wet fingers into
the tight opening; first one, then, moments later, two. He continued
adding lube drops as he felt his fingers begin to drag, but wanted to make
sure not to get too much. He wanted some friction, too. Daniel took a
couple of sharp breaths at first, but seemed to calm down quickly as Adam
worked to open him up.
After a few minutes of greasy finger fucking, Adam couldn't wait
any longer. His cock had started dripping precum already, which was
running down the underneath of his shaft and had almost reached his tight
balls.
Rubbing a small amount of lube over his cock and mixing it with the
precum, Adam was more than ready to give Daniel what he wanted. Holding
his dick and placing the swollen, dark head at the entrance to Daniel's
being, he gave a final notice. "Ok."
With only the sounds of Daniel's low moan and Adam's heavy
breathing, coupled with an occasional creak of the bedsprings, Adam pushed
against the hole lined up even with his firm dick. As he began to slide
in, he realized how tight and delicate the interior of Daniel's ass was.
He thought it might be mushy, but the pulling, sucking muscles within
provided the best feelings Adam had ever experienced. He went slow, trying
to remember it was his friend underneath him, but his body was demanding
more action. Bearing down, Adam buried his entire length up the welcoming
orifice. He felt his balls brush against the internal root of Daniel's
cock, which had returned to full hardness under the pressure Adam had
placed against Daniel's prostate. Adam held himself in all the way as he
watched half of his lover's face take on an entire range of pleasurable
expressions. His eyes remained closed, but Daniel's face gave away his
feelings. The cock up his ass felt wonderful; perfect; beautiful. Now he
could feel a pair of hands on his back, rubbing slightly across his
shoulders, then down his sides and across his buttocks. All the sensations
were combining in his brain to produce one overwhelming sensual feeling,
but he needed one more thing.
Almost breathless, and barely above a whisper so as not to break
the intensity growing between them, Daniel pleaded once more, "Fuck me,
babe. Fuck my ass!"
Adam heard and obeyed. Slowly, he pulled out about an inch, then
pushed back, the walls of Daniel's ass caressing and squeezing his cock as
it moved in and out. Another pull, this one slightly longer, then back in
all the way. A steady, guided sexual rhythm began to take shape as Adam
started to fuck in earnest. His cock felt fantastic inside the tight
confines of the butt surrounding it. The steady in, out, in, out became
almost instinctive as Adam felt himself giving in to his own body's
building need for release. Little by little, his pace increased. His cock
pistoned in and out of Daniel's hole faster and faster, harder and harder.
Daniel broke the relative silence of their hard breathing. "Oh,
fuck, Adam; sweetheart; baby; lover; fuck me! Oh, jesus, fuck me!"
By now, Adam was on autopilot. All concentration was centered on
the repetition of movement, bearing down and fucking his cock into the ass
of his partner. Lost to primal urges, all he could do was hang on to
Daniel and fuck him. All he could see was a blur; all he could feel was a
smooth warmth around his cock teasing him to fuck that much harder and
deeper. His release came suddenly and violently.
"Ahhhh! Daniel!" Adam screamed. The sensations in his cock were
like no orgasm he'd ever had. Stimulation from all directions and the full
length, from the slit to his balls, the pleasant tiny pressure from within
as a fountain of cum erupted into Daniel's ass. Continuing to ram in and
out of the hole he'd conquered, Adam emptied his load deep into Daniel's
body, small amounts of lube and cum trickling out and running down his cock
to his tight balls.
"Oh, fuck!" Adam exclaimed as the last twinges of his orgasm left
him. Sweat dripped down his body, his muscles pumped, his mouth dry. As
he slowly came down, he surveyed the damage. The bedspread and towel were
wadded around the front of Daniel's knees and the pillow was little more
than a twisted lump shoved against the head board. Daniel was sweaty, too,
and breathing hard. His face was red and a small amount of spit dripped
from the corner of his mouth. He'd cum, too, stroking his cock just as Adam
had reached his peak. Daniel's jizz disappeared into the terrycloth of the
towel below him, but the wet spots all over it gave up the fact that
Daniel's orgasm had been just as strong as Adam's.
Slowly, Daniel raised himself up on his hands and knees, then
turned his head to look at Adam, who's cock was still inside him. Still
out of breath from such a hard ride, Daniel took a moment before speaking.
"Oh, Adam,... sweetheart,... that was the best fuck... I've ever
had, without question. Damn."
Adam blushed slightly, but Daniel didn't see it as he turned back
toward the headboard, and pulled away from his lover, disgorging the cock
and a lot of it's load as his hole began to contract back to it's
pre-fucked dimensions. As he felt the trickles of thinning cum running
down his thighs, Daniel reached under him and dragged the towel up between
his legs and across his hole, mopping up what their fucking had produced.
Cleaned up, Daniel collapsed onto the bed, flat on his stomach. Adam moved
to one side, then lay down next to his partner, running one hand over his
back and butt, kneading the flesh gently.
"Mmmm, that feel's good," Daniel murmured under the pleasure he now
felt coming from Adam's hands on his naked body. Adam layed down, too, and
pressed himself as close to Daniel as he could. Snuggled up like a pair of
kittens, the two exhausted men slept for several hours, never losing
contact with each other.
As the sun came up and poured its warming rays through the slit of
the curtains, morning found the pair still in bed, in each other's arms,
exchanging soft kisses while their hands explored each other's body. Their
hard cocks ground together as they pushed deliberately against each other,
feeling a slickness develope as droplets of precum oozed once more from the
tips to be spread lovingly between them. The sex this time began slow and
easy. Gently, but with persistance, they worked toward orgasm. After a
few minutes, Adam felt Daniel begin to move up his body. As he went,
Daniel's cock left a wet trail of precum in it's wake. With Daniel now in
position across his chest, Adam was quick to partake of the offering being
presented.
"Suck it, babe," Daniel encouraged. Adam immediately opened wide
and felt the warm length of his lover's cock slide across his tongue.
Sucking eagerly, Adam loved the feeling of being used this way. He was
pleasuring his lover and that made him feel all the better. Grabbing
Daniel's ass cheeks for leverage, Adam began to rock his head back and
forth, allowing Daniel to fuck his mouth. In his mind, Adam could once
again envision himself in the scene he was a part of; his mouth servicing
the cock of his lover, sucking faster and more urgently, wanting to taste
the cum as it flowed over his tongue and down his throat. Just then, his
vision came true.
"Fuck! Adam! Yeah, baby, swallow it. Come on, take it, suck my
cock," Daniel said loudly as he began to buck and shove his cock deeper
into Adam's mouth.
Shots of jizz sprang out the end of Daniel's meat, washing over
Adam's tongue and teeth, just like he'd dreamed only moments before. He
swallowed what he could, but some ran out the corners of his slackened
mouth and down his chin, only to drip run from there to his neck and upper
chest. As Daniel's cumming subsided, he slid back down Adam's body, but
stopped to lick up the drops of his load which had escaped the suction.
After kissing Adam deeply and sharing the cum swirled on his
tongue, Daniel then moved further down until he was straddling Adam's
groin. Adam's hard cock strained upwards in an attempt to find pleasure
against the body of his partner, but suddenly Daniel raised himself up and
out of reach.
Locking his eyes into Adam's, Daniel asked a question. "What do you
want, sweetheart?" It was more of a tease than an actual quest for
knowledge. When only a smile appeared on Adam's face, but no answer was
given, Daniel asked again, more firmly. "What do you want, Adam? Tell me."
"Oh, babe, I want your ass," Adam said quietly, still gazing into
Daniel's eyes.
"Tell me again," Daniel teased again.
"I want your ass," said Adam, slightly louder.
"Tell me, Adam. Tell me what you want!" Daniel demanded this time.
"YOUR ASS, GOD DAMN IT! YOUR FUCKING HOT ASS!" Adam screamed in
reply.
"THEN TAKE IT! FUCK ME!" Daniel yelled back.
Adam was incredibly turned on by this whole scene, even though he'd
never considered being so forceful or even fantasizing about making someone
take his cock. Not waiting any longer, but unsure how to go in this
position, he reached for Daniel's waist and barked his instructions.
"Hold it up," Adam said, refering to his cock, which Daniel quickly
grasped and held in place at his willing hole. As Daniel felt himself come
in contact with the hot head, Adam pushed down on Daniel's waist and bucked
up with his hips. He was in.
"Oh, yeah, fuck me, baby. Do my ass real good. Come on, Adam, fuck
me," Daniel squealed as the first half of Adam's cock sank home. The lube
had deteriorated overnight, but enough slickness remained for Adam to
continue pushing and pulling until his cock was once again buried in
Daniel's warm hole. Daniel immediately began to move up and down, fucking
himself with Adam's meat. Adam was beside himself with lust, his only
desire to unload again inside Daniel's gut.
An unsteady rhythm began as Adam thrust up into the flesh
surrounding his cock, while Daniel seemed just as determined to rise and
fall, letting himself set the pace. After a few unsyncronized attempts,
both men eventually found themselves in a fuck rhythm they both could
enjoy. As they went along, it became easier to meet halfway, where their
skin collided in sweaty, slapping noises, accompanied by moans and gasps,
quick breaths, and sounds of pleasure.
Within a few minutes, Adam was close to cumming. "Oh, fuck, your
ass is good! That's it, Dan, ride that cock, make me cum! That's it;
that's it! Oh, fucking god, up your ass!"
With several sharp jabs of his cock, Adam unloaded inside Daniel
for the second time. His muscles all tensed at once as waves of pleasure
moved through his body, each wave matched to a forceful spurt of cum
leaving his cock for the depths of Daniel's ass. Daniel had returned to
full hardness during the fuck, but he didn't try to cum. The goal this time
was to watch Adam as he climaxed. Seeing his partner receive so much
pleasure satisfied him for now, but he knew, in time, he'd want to see it
again and to feel it again. He also knew, in time, he'd want to be inside
Adam. But that would wait until Adam asked for it.
Daniel bent down and brought the two men together chest to chest.
Reaching around and placing a hand on each of Adam's shoulders, he drew
them together tightly, feeling Adam's arms encircle him in a substantial
hug. Their mouths sought out each other and closed together in a long,
deep kiss, to finish their love making for that morning.
Reluctantly separating themselves, Adam and Daniel got out of bed
and made their way to the bathroom. Adam immediately approached the
mirror. What he saw got his attention.
"Oh, shit, Daniel," Adam asked in an embarrassed tone, "what did
you do to my neck?" He ran his fingers over the three red shapes standing
out on his neck just above his collar bone.
Daniel smiled. "That's a souvenir, babe. So you'll remember me."
Adam stared at the hickeys and then at Daniel's reflection in the
mirror. The sight of his naked lover made him feel warm inside and the
marks on his neck did, in fact, remind him of what he felt for Daniel.
Daniel's small shower simply didn't allow for both to enter at
once, as they would have liked, so each one took his turn cleaning up, but
was vigorously toweled off by his partner upon leaving the small glass
enclosure. Drying and styling their hair, sharing Daniel's deodorant gel,
and finding some clean clothes for Adam, concluded the activity. Touching,
kissing, and hugging each other numerous time throughout the whole process
slowed them down somewhat, but by 10:00 am they were out the door headed
for breakfast, then to spend the day together before Adam had to go home
that night.
All that second day, they remained in close proximity with each
other, walking together, talking, sharing ideas and thoughts on themselves
and their particular circumstances. Hour after hour, they drew closer and
their feelings grew stronger for each other. By dinner time that night,
they both knew they had fallen in love. Many things were left to learn and
discuss, but they knew the love they felt was solid; it was good; it was
what they were looking for.
As the day came to a close, the two lovers stood next to Adam's car
as he prepared to leave for home. They held hands and looked into each
other's eyes and exchanged "I love you's". They kissed for what must have
been the hundredth time that day. Adam hugged Daniel to him one more
time. He didn't want to leave his friend and lover, but knew he had to go
back to Dallas in order to get to work on time the next morning.
"I'm going to miss you so much, babe. My house is really going to
feel empty now," Adam stated, still holding Daniel to him, feeling the
warmth of their bodies pass between them.
"Adam," Daniel said, "There is one more thing I need to tell you. I
was waiting to make sure everything was going to work out and to see how we
felt about each other after being together. I've been thinking about
moving to Dallas to head up the office my company is opening there. We
have so many clients there now that it makes sense to be closer to our
business. I know this is really sudden and I've never done anything like
this before, but if I move, what do you think about getting a place
together?"
Before Adam could say anything, Daniel began again. "Don't answer
right now, please. Just think about it and let me know. I won't be moving
for about a month anyway. We have plenty of time. I don't want to push you
into anything. Just think about it."
Adam smiled. "I'll think about it."
Daniel smiled in return, then drew Adam to him for a final kiss
good night. "You better go right now or I'm liable to keep you here all
night."
"I love you," Adam said as he got in the car.
"I love you, too, sweetheart. More than anything," Daniel
replied. As he stood there and watched, Adam backed out of the parking
space, and with a final wave, drove away.
An hour later, at home, sitting at the computer, half asleep, but
feeling very good, Adam began an email to his lover, Daniel, fifty miles
away.
"Dear Daniel," it began. "I have an extra bedroom, but I don't
think we'll be needing it..."
THE END
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